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"Erica, have you noticed how weird Isaac has been acting today?" It was now lunch and Lydia couldn't find her best friend anywhere.
"No. I mean, he was acting pretty stupid as always." Erica replied before taking a bite of her apple. Lydia rolled her eyes at her before shaking her head.
"Well, I haven't seen much of his stupid today." Lydia muttered under her breath.
Meanwhile, just outside the cafeteria doors, Isaac peered through the window of the doors, observing as Lydia searched for him. He sighed and turned around to face Stiles and Scott.
"You guys were right. She's so into me." He exclaimed with panic.
"We told you!" Stiles said pointedly.
"What am I supposed to do? Lydia's my best friend, I don't want to break her heart." Scott and Stiles looked away in thought.
"Just drop her hints that you're not interested," Stiles thought aloud. "Maybe she'll get the idea. She's a smart girl, right?" Isaac nodded before putting his face in his hands.
"I never thought I would be in this kind of situation, with her of all people! Lydia never mentioned to me that she had even looked at anyone that way." Isaac explained. Stiles just shrugged in response.
"Because she was into the guy she was telling all this to," He said. "Just go in there, and drop those hints." Scott watched Lydia frown defeatedly as Liam and Mason sat at the table she was sitting at, like she knew that her friend wasn't coming to eat lunch with her today.
"Uh," Scott started to say. "Why don't you just ask her? I mean, if you two are close enough to talk about anything, I'm sure this can be just another one of those topics." Before Isaac could even open his mouth to express his opinion, Stiles was speaking for him.
"And what if that just ruins their friendship?" He interjected. Scott rolled his eyes.
"I think Isaac has made it very clear that he and Lydia's friendship is stronger than that." Scott retorted.
"But you never know. Friendships can end pretty quickly and unexpectedly." Stiles commented. "What if she was in love with him?" Scott groaned that his best friend just pulled the "love" card.
"She's sixteen years old, she can't be in love. Not yet."
"They've been friends for…" Stiles trailed on, not knowing the answer to the statement he was using to support his argument. He looked to Isaac expectantly. "How many years have you been friends?"
"Six years." Isaac spat out quickly. Stiles whipped his head back to Scott, pointing up at Isaac.
"They've been friends for six years. I'm sure she could have fallen in love with him!" Scott ran his hand through his hair, aggravated by this conversation and very, very, hungry.
"Stiles—"
"You and Allison!" Stiles interuppted him. Isaac glanced at the lacrosse captain and it was safe to say the expression on Scott's face was unreadable.
Isaac knew about Scott McCall and Allison Argent. Everyone knew about them. Everyone who knew Scott McCall or Allison Argent knew that the two were completely and utterly in love with one another.
What happened to them was the thing almost no one knew about. Their break up was surprising and completely unexpected.
Isaac watched Scott carefully as he closed his eyes as if he was trying to forget about something. Probably trying to forget about her.
"We were just young and dumb kids in love."
"But you were still in love, Scott. You, out of everyone at this school, knows how it feels to be in love with someone." Stiles reminded him. Scott's eyes seemed to drift away as he began to watch Lydia again. "You know what? This is stupid. Why don't I just go talk to her?"
Before Isaac or Scott could say anything, he was already headed inside the lunchroom.
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Lydia, as well as everyone else sitting at their table, were completely confused as Stiles Stilinski began to walk towards them. She turned to see Liam and Mason smiling at him, while the others who quietly whispering to those closest to them.
"Lydia," Stiles called with a somewhat smile. "We need to talk." He stopped in front of her, standing behind the chair that was across from her.
"We do?" Lydia questioned suspiciously. She became even more suspicious as she saw Isaac walk in with Scott.
"Yes." Lydia turned her attention back to the boy in front of her as she raised her eyebrows in question.
"About what?" Stiles took a deep breath before giving her a comforting smile.
"We know you're in love with Isaac." Lydia's eyes popped out of her head as she and everyone else at her table stared at him with their eyes wide and jaw dropped. It took her a minute to process just exactly what he said. Lydia glanced to Isaac and Scott's worried expressions and narrowed her eyes at Stiles
"Excuse me?" Lydia asked incredulously. "What makes you think that?" She threw a glare over to Isaac as he took a few steps in her direction.
"It's plainly obvious, really. You two are so close, apparently you do everything together and talk about everything, and the fact that you put your hand on his knee this morning confirmed everything for the three of us." Lydia blinked at the popular teenager that was sitting in front of her. She raised her eyebrows before leaning towards him.
"Well, I'm sad to say that you are oh so wrong," Lydia told him, her eyes glaring into his soul. "Isaac and I are strictly just best friends, and that's all. Every girl needs a guy best friend, and Isaac Lahey is it for me. I could never fall in love with him, or even date him for that matter," She continued. "I wouldn't date anyone in this school." Stiles' eyebrows raised involuntary as he leaned back and observed her.
"Even me?" He asked with a smirk. Lydia snorted loudly.
"Please," Lydia huffed. "You would be the last one I would date at this school." Before Stiles could even respond, Lydia kept going. "If I had to pick between you and Aiden, I would pick Aiden." She said pointing at his usual table. "If I had to pick between you and Liam, I would pick Liam." Stiles glanced at the freshman sitting next to her and saw him blush a little. "If I had to pick between you and Scott, I would most definitely pick Scott McCall. I would pick anyone that wasn't you, Stiles Stilinski, because you are just too mainstream for me."
And with that, Lydia picked up her things and got up from the table, leaving Stiles in utter shock. She scoffed at Isaac and Scott before brushing past them and heading out of the lunchroom.
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"Shit, we messed up a bunch, didn't we?"
"What if she never talks to me again?"
"Stiles, why the hell did you do that!"
Stiles wasn't even listening to the angry rants of the two strong lacrosse players currently in his room. He had both his hands wrapped around his head as he contemplated why Lydia Martin didn't like him.
"Stiles, are you even listening? You may have just ruined Isaac's six year friendship with Lydia!" Scott yelled, hoping to get his attention this time. He didn't.
Stiles shot up from his bed as he cocked his head to the left.
"I'm too mainstream?" Stiles asked to no one in particular. "What does that even mean?"
Scott sighed as he glanced at Isaac before taking a seat next to his best friend and patting his back.
"She didn't mean that." Isaac was about to object to Scott's comforting statement, but Scott glared at him.
"What the hell does that mean, Isaac?" Stiles asked instead, completely ignoring Scott's sympathy and comfort. Isaac just shrugged, hoping Stiles would drop the subject soon.
But Stiles would always remember what she said. No matter how unpopular and uncool Stiles thought she was, she still didn't like him. Everyone liked Stiles. He was always the good guy, the person to go to, the friend. At least, he had thought.
What if there were other people like Lydia who secretly hated him like she did?
What if others thought he was too "mainstream"?
Stiles knew that he couldn't remember the names of everyone single person he came across, but he really did try.
What if people took his mistakes the wrong way?
Stiles vaguely remembered Lydia's expression when he got her name wrong. She had a look that was almost expectant but disappointed, and Stiles could never forget that.
Stiles did that to plenty of people and that made him feel sick. There were so many people in the school that he could go out and meet, and he's not.
Lydia Martin may have not mattered to him before, but now, he wanted her to feel like she could go to him for anything, like she could casually say 'hi' to him in the hallway, and laugh at his jokes.
Maybe even sit with him at lunch.
"Stiles?"
Stiles' eyes darted up to Isaac and Scott, who were staring at him with an overwhelming amount of concern.
"Are you okay?"
Stiles sighed and reluctantly nodded.
"Look, I'm sorry, Isaac," He said as he stood up from his bed. "I really thought she did have feelings for you. I guess she's just not like the rest of them." He explained when he looked away from him. "She's almost impossible to read."
Isaac genuinely smiled at him.
"It's fine, Stiles. I just don't know how…how I'm going to get her to talk to me again." Scott and Stiles shared a look before plopping back on the bed.
After a few minutes, Stiles rubbed his eyes with his hands.
"I'm sure Lydia can forgive you?" Scott suggested. "Lydia seems more understanding than she lets on, right?" Isaac shook his head.
"If there's one thing you have to know about Lydia Martin, it's that she is the most stubborn person in all of Beacon Hills," Isaac explained to them. "She won't listen to me." Stiles groaned.
"We got you into this mess, we're going to get you out." He assured his teammate. He looked to Scott and shrugged his shoulders. "Scott?" Scott stared at the ground before looking back at them with enlightenment in his eyes.
"You said she wouldn't listen to you," Scott repeated as he pointed to Isaac. "What if she could listen to someone else?" Isaac and Stiles looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
"What do you mean?" Scott grinned as he pointed to himself.
"Maybe she'll listen to me."